It finally warmed up enough to take the children outside to play in the snow. Sister-of-Me and I ran over to the University with children in tow so she could turn in a paper. Then we came back to the house promising Child #1 that he could play in the snow. In the car:
Child #1: I will shovel snow.
Me: We're going to play in the snow but we have to go inside first so you can get your snow pants on.
Child #1: I will not wear snow pants.
Me: Yes you will. It's cold and then your regular pants will stay dry.
Child #1: No! I will not wear snow pants. I don't like snow pants any more.
Me: You don't even know what snow pants are.
Child #1: (with increasing volume) I don't like them!
So we get home and I drag him crying into the house. And I rummaged through the closet and found the snow pants while he's veering ever closer to a meltdown. He looked up at them, stopped crying and said, "Snowpants are red. I will wear them." If only I had known that the color was of paramount importance.
But first, we had to wrestle the baby into her snowsuit.
Then we lost her since she camouflaged herself into the rug.
We found her eventually and then proceeded outside for much winterful fun.
Guh, of course the color matters! Personally, I will only go outside in snowpants that have sparkles on them - better to blind my prey!
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